Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 23 I'll Teach You

With something like this happening in the match, it's natural that they can't continue.

The crew had already called the police, but before the police arrived, Zhang Jizhong jumped onto the stage and started shouting into the microphone.

"Everyone, the martial arts competition is now over! Mr. Watanabe is injured and needs treatment, so let's not keep him any longer! Everyone, please disperse!"

He shouted while giving the crew members meaningful glances.

Several stagehands immediately rushed forward and blocked the crowd from behind.

Some people were unhappy and kept pushing forward, so the stagehands just smiled and tried to appease them.

"Sir, I understand. We have to cooperate, right? It wouldn't look good if the police came and we were all stuck here."

Qian Lang was still squatting on the edge of the riverbank, anxiously calling for a doctor.

Watanabe was in so much pain that his face was covered in sweat, and there was a pool of blood on his leg. He looked at Qian Lang's "anxious" appearance, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The ambulance arrived quickly.

When the person was carried up, Watanabe's companions wanted to follow, but the nurses stopped them.

One of the young men shouted something in Japanese in a panic, but Watanabe, lying on the stretcher with his eyes closed, did not respond.

The car door closed, and it drove off with a whoosh.

Chen Guodong stood there, watching the ambulance drive away, his expression complex.

Someone next to him asked in a low voice.

"Brother Chen, what do we do?"

He shook his head, said nothing, and turned to leave.

A sneak attack, and his leg was broken—serves him right!

Moreover, what kind of bullshit karate is he? He'll just go learn Bajiquan instead.

The police arrived quickly.

Two police officers, one young and the other middle-aged, were leading the team.

The younger one, holding a notebook, asked about the situation with a serious expression.

The middle-aged man wasn't in a hurry. He first circled the arena, then looked at the bloodstains below the stage, and finally walked up to Qian Lang.

"You're Qian Lang?"

"Yes."

Qian Lang nodded, his anxiety not yet completely gone.

"Officer, Mr. Watanabe, he..."

"Never mind him for now. Tell me, what happened?"

The police officer waved his hand as he spoke.

Qian Lang opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a group of people surged up to him.

"Officer, I saw it with my own eyes! That Japanese soldier launched a sneak attack!"

"Yes! We all saw it! Qian Lang had his back to him, and he rushed up from behind and hit him!"

"This was legitimate self-defense! You can't arrest him!"

The middle-aged policeman's head was throbbing from the noise, so he raised his hand to press it down.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about them one by one."

Zhang Jizhong then came over and offered him a cigarette.

"Comrade, thank you for your hard work. I'm the leader of the production team, and we will definitely cooperate with the investigation. Would you like to find a place to sit down and talk? There are too many people here, it's too noisy."

The middle-aged policeman glanced at him, neither accepting the cigarette nor refusing it.

"Okay, let's find a quiet place."

After a while, the group moved to the rest area.

The young police officer was questioning the witnesses one by one, and his notebook was filled with notes.

The middle-aged policeman sat in a chair, holding a cup of tea, listening to Qian Lang recount what had happened.

"I had my back to him and was talking to the audience, so I wasn't paying attention."

He rushed up and hit me on the back of the head. My body instinctively dodged to the side and then kicked him.

I don't even know where he kicked me. By the time I turned around, he was already lying on the ground.

When Qian Lang said this, his expression was sincere and his eyes were open.

The middle-aged policeman looked at him without saying a word.

Zhang Jizhong, who was standing nearby, quickly chimed in.

"Comrade, you really can't blame Xiao Qian for this. You saw it yourself, so many witnesses said that the Japanese soldier attacked first. A sneak attack! That doesn't make sense anywhere!"

The middle-aged policeman put down his teacup and said slowly.

"Whether it was legitimate self-defense or not, we need to investigate. But so far, there are quite a few witnesses, and their accounts are consistent."

He paused, then glanced at Qian Lang.

"Have you trained before?"

"I've trained for several years."

Qian Lang nodded.

"Eight Extremes?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged policeman nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and didn't seem to care much.

No matter what kind of martial arts master you are, can you be more powerful than a pistol?

The young police officer came over and handed him the notebook to look at.

He flipped through it, his brows furrowing slightly.

"That Watanabe Ichiro, a Japanese man, a third-degree black belt in Goju-ryu, came to China for exchange and study."

He closed the notebook and spoke.

"Alright, I understand the basic situation. I'll contact you again if needed."

Zhang Jizhong quickly stood up.

"Comrade, you've worked hard. Let me see you off."

The middle-aged policeman waved his hand.

"No need, you guys go about your business."

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and glanced at Qian Lang.

"Young man, you went a bit too far."

Qian Lang paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

"Officer, I really didn't mean to. It was an instinctive reaction, I couldn't stop."

The middle-aged policeman didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

As soon as the man left, Zhang Jizhong came over and patted Qian Lang on the shoulder.

"Well done, Xiao Qian, you're acting like it's real."

Qian Lang glanced at him and said irritably.

"What do you mean by acting? I'm telling the truth."

Zhang Jizhong laughed and didn't respond to the comment.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lao Li, yes, it's me. You guys heard about what happened today, right? Yes, the Japanese launched a sneak attack, and our Xiao Qian acted in self-defense. What? It's already been reported? So fast?"

As he listened to the phone call, the smile on his face deepened.

After hanging up the phone, he waved his phone at Qianlang.

"Did you hear that? The media has already reported it."

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For some people, success is inevitable!

For example, Zhang Jizhong.

Qian Lang originally thought that this accident would cause trouble for the film crew.

However, thanks to Lao Zhang's actions, this accident propelled the "Tianlong" crew to the top of the entertainment news headlines.

That afternoon, Lao Zhang held a press conference.

He first sincerely expressed his condolences to Mr. Watanabe Ichiro, and at the same time promised that the production team would cover all medical expenses.

Then, the topic shifted abruptly to Qian Lang.

"Qian Lang is a good comrade. Although he is good at fighting, he always acts with great restraint. This time, his failure was partly due to Mr. Watanabe's sneak attack, and partly because Qian Lang harbors a deep-seated prejudice against the Japanese..."

Oh open!

That night!

Japanese karate fighter ambushes Chinese martial artist, only to have his leg broken in retaliation.

What I Saw Firsthand: A Japanese Man Ambushed a Chinese Kung Fu Master, and Ended Up with a Broken Leg!

National Hero? Ordinary Martial Artist? A Young Man Named Qian Lang

"Qian Lang, you're famous!"

Chen Hao said, looking at the news and posts online.

Qian Lang, however, was a little worried.

His room was bustling with activity at that moment.

Chen Hao, Liu Tao, Yang Lei, Jiang Xin... they were all in his room.

The tiny room was so cramped that there wasn't even a place to sit.

So much... he really can't handle it.

Okay, this is just wishful thinking.

"Alright, alright, let's go get some late-night snacks!"

Qian Lang said helplessly.

These women, however, had come to ask him to treat them to a late-night snack.

"Come on, come on, I told you Qian Lang wasn't a stingy guy!"

Yang Lei started making noise as she spoke.

"That's right, Qian Lang, take the 200 yuan from your bed too."

Chen Hao, with his sharp eyes, spotted the 200 yuan on the bed at a glance.

Jiang Xin looked at the 200, but couldn't help but smile.

Qian Lang rolled his eyes and casually stuffed 200 yuan into his pocket; it was his hard-earned money.

Liu Tao was also smiling, but her eyes held a hint of resentment, because she not only saw the 200 yuan, but also a long hair on the bed.

But what could she say?

A group of people walked out of Qian Lang's room amidst the lively chatter.

Meanwhile, in another room not far away, Liu Yifei was peeking out and watching them.

His eyes were full of envy.

But Liu Xiaoli's voice came from inside the room.

"Sissi, time for your posture practice!"

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Wow~~

That night!

The late-night snack was over, but Qian Lang was vomiting violently while hugging the toilet.

These women are more terrifying than the Japanese devils.

Four people took turns pouring water on him.

What's most infuriating is that none of the four women came to take care of him.

He was as glamorous in the ring during the day as he was in a sorry state now.

Life is truly unpredictable.

Qian Lang vomited for two minutes before finally getting out of the small hotel bathroom.

I rinsed my mouth and then wiped my face, and I felt much more awake.

After lying in bed, I started thinking about how to proceed in the future.

Since his rebirth, some things have developed in ways that have exceeded his expectations.

He never imagined he would play Duan Yu.

Although Zhang Jizhong has not yet made an official announcement, he feels it will happen soon; otherwise, Zhang Jizhong would not have needed to create such a buzz for him.

After playing Duan Yu, he will probably officially enter the entertainment industry.

A sense of unease crept into my heart.

The entertainment industry is a small place with many powerful forces at play; it's not an easy place to make it.

What will he do in the future?

Go with the flow?

Is humanity truly awake?

I still have over 1000 Destiny Points left. How can I earn more Destiny Points?

For a time, Qian Lang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time!

The weather in Xinchang changed the next day.

Yesterday it was sunny, but today it's overcast.

The clouds were low, and the yellow glazed tiles of the Great Buddha Temple looked grayish without the sunlight.

The leaves of the old locust tree in front of the mountain gate rustled in the wind. The breakfast stall was still there, but the owner was huddled behind the stove, frying dough sticks half-heartedly.

The atmosphere at the "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" crew's residence was surprisingly lively.

Zhang Jizhong stood in the makeshift shed, holding a newly printed notice in his hand, his smile barely concealed.

"Quiet down, everyone, please be quiet."

He waved the notice around, "I have something to announce."

Dozens of people in the studio—actors, stagehands, lighting technicians, and makeup artists—all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

Zhang Jizhong cleared his throat.

"Due to health reasons, Mr. Lin Zhiying is unable to continue playing the role of Duan Yu. After discussion and careful evaluation by the directing team, we have decided that Mr. Qian Lang will play Duan Yu!"

Let's go back two hours.

Zhang Jizhong went to Qian Lang's room early in the morning.

The two talked for a long time in the room, but no one knows what they talked about.

And the result is what we see now.

The entire crew was in an uproar.

"Qian Lang? Damn, this kid's going to be rich."

"No way, that's way too exaggerated."

"Tch, don't you even know how popular he is right now?"

Anyway, all sorts of things were said at the scene.

Liu Tao frowned.

She started to regret it!

Things didn't go as she expected.

She thought Qian Lang was only good at writing a few songs, and that it would be too difficult for him to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry.

However, he has now actually gotten the role of Duan Yu.

If she had known earlier, why would she have bothered with Qian Lang's fleeting affair?

Jiang Xin smiled.

She was genuinely happy for Qian Lang.

Of course, she also knew that it was even more impossible for the two of them to be together in the future.

Once you step into the entertainment industry, who has any freedom left?

And now... this is fine too.

Chen Hao and Yang Lei were both surprised, but they didn't think much of it.

I'm thinking about Liu Yifei the most!

Her mouth was so wide open it looked like she could fit a duck egg inside.

What the hell?

Qian Lang... Duan Yu... Bronze incense burner...

She unconsciously shrank her head back.

Before long, Qian Lang stood next to Zhang Jizhong and began to speak politely.

"Thank you to the production team for their trust in me, thank you Producer Zhang..."

But I felt helpless inside.

Old Zhang... not an old fox, but... Zhang the Skinflint!

His casting as Duan Yu came at a price; Lao Zhang directly took 50% of his commercial income from the past two years.

As for his salary, does that have anything to do with him?

But what could he do at that moment?

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head!

It was at that moment that Qian Lang set a goal for himself.

This kind of life of being exploited can only happen once.

In this way, Qian Lang completed a three-stage leap—from a photography crew helper to a songwriter, a martial arts instructor, and finally, the male lead.

All I can say is that life is like a play.

Of course, another problem also arises.

That's acting!

Qian Lang originally thought that he had at least worked in a film crew in his previous life, and although he had never acted, he had seen a lot of movies.

Therefore, he didn't have too many worries about acting.

but!

"Card, Qian Lang... you've moved out of position..."

Zhou Xiaowen stood on the sidelines of the film set, shouting silently.

Regardless of Qian Lang's acting skills, the fact that he ran out of the camera's view... and Qian Lang is the male lead!

Suppressing his anger, Zhou Xiaowen glanced at Zhang Jizhong, who stood expressionless not far away.

Okay, I'll stop cursing.

The people present, however, presented a diverse array of reactions.

Hu Jun's sneer, Liu Tao and Jiang Xin's worries, Chen Hao and Yang Lei's teasing... Of course, the happiest person was Liu Yifei.

She never imagined that Qian Lang would come to this.

It's a pity that no one is criticizing Qian Lang.

She was scolded so badly back then that she almost cried.